mardi, mars 30, 2004
Not believing it was there before
For such a fine mist was not to be heard
But only known in the sweet caress
of the gentle spray on my face
Such refreshing and fragrant was the touch
and delightful the pleasant surprise
Of a gentle rain not there before
Walking into the path of a startling rain
Not believing it was there before
For such a fine mist was not to be heard
But only known in the sweet caress
of the gentle spray on my face
Such refreshing and fragrant was the touch
and delightful the pleasant surprise
Of a gentle rain not there before
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